I told that boy they'd be the death of him.
Told him time and time again to give them up.
I did it for his own good,
but he just laughed at me,
told me to mind
my own  
******* business.
Well, they found him the next morning,
he was missing half of his head.
I mean his skull was shot wide open.
There were pieces of his brain
lying at his feet.
His Zippo was covered
with organic matter
& his Marlboro
missing one,
maybe two drags.
Jesus, I wished he
would have listened,
he was such a great kid.